I just heard this person's name from a Taoist, but I didn't expect to hear this person's name again in the blink of an eye.
It seems like what the Taoist said is true. This Thousand Hands has a grand plan and is even quite famous among the three religions and nine schools. With an order, all the masters in the world rushed to L City.
Xu Tong immediately told Gao Zhuo about his situation. After Gao Zhuo heard the whole incident, his expression suddenly changed slightly and he squinted in the direction of the hotel behind him.
"In that case, how about..." He stretched out his palm and drew a line on his wrist.
The idea was to simply kill these two beggars so that they would not turn against Xu Tong after they saw Qianju.
"No!"
Xu Tong shook his head. He now felt that no one in the world knew him. Once Qian Shu knew that the Taoist had died in his own hands, he would probably have a difficult life in the future.
What's more, the jade piece on my body is also a troublemaker. It is conceivable that my next road will be full of thorns.
Two more and two less have little effect, not to mention that Gao Zhuo still needs two people to lead the way in order to sneak into the opponent's camp and provide him with information.
"I still say what I said, if things really get to the worst, you should disband the team and be ready to leave at any time. If I go back alive, I will make up for your losses."
Gao Zhuo pouted: "Then who have I become? Why won't my father beat me to death when I go back?"
The two of them worked together and agreed to meet at the big drum above the Drum Tower every three days in the morning to exchange information.
After the discussion, Xu Tong did not follow Gao Zhuo back to the hotel, but left directly. Before leaving, Xu Tong did not forget to give Gao Zhuo a big gift.
It was none other than the Taoist corpse.
"Master!"
Gao Zhuo didn't recognize the Taoist, but he looked up and down and immediately knew that this corpse was unusual. It looked like he was not too young, but his hands were white and clean, and his skin was delicate and shiny, better than that of an eighteen-year-old girl.
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"Iron Palm!"
After Gao Zhuo thought about it for a moment, he remembered that the old man once mentioned it to him when he was still alive, saying that Iron Sand Palm was the most sinister skill.
The name sounds domineering, but in fact it is a sinister and vicious martial art.
In addition to stir-frying iron sand with both hands on the brazier every day, you also need to soak your hands with various special medicines.
It is said that after mastering this skill, the old skin on your hands will quickly recede, and your fingers will be white, thin and soft. Most people will not see anything special about these hands.
If it weren't for the Taoist's age that really didn't match the hands, I probably wouldn't have guessed at this.
At first glance, this man was a master of martial arts. Gao Zhuo was surprised that Xu Tong killed a young master so quickly, but this corpse was also a rare material for him.
He put the corpse away, grinned and said: "It's a good feeling. Just before I entered, I just improved my corpse control skills, and I was about to use this to test the experimental results."
After collecting the body, Gao Zhuo said goodbye to Xu Tong for the time being. Xu Tong walked quickly and soon disappeared into the night. As for how Gao Zhuo would resolve the matter after he returned, that was his own business.
He didn't plan to go back to the police force. He threw his clothes on the spot and left. No matter how powerful Zhao Jian's background was, he might not be able to survive this time.
Moreover, the script space has reminded him that if he loses his identity as a police officer, he will be scolded and kicked out if he returns.
So it doesn't make much sense to go back. I urgently need a hiding place now.
Just as he was thinking about it, he didn't know where he was going. He just felt that the road in front of him became more and more desolate, and he could still vaguely see some graves.
There is no village in front of this place, no shop in the back, and it is pitch black from a distance. It is hard to tell the difference between east, west, north and south. Even Xu Tong, a local snake, has to admit at this time that he seems to have lost his way.
"correct!"
At this time, he suddenly remembered something, walked to a grave, and thought to himself: "I don't know, so I might as well ask."
Speaking of which, among the three moves my master taught me, the first one was to search for graves and ask for directions.
I haven't had time to use it until now, so I'm going to give it a try today.
I saw him take out three sticks of yellow incense from the props book, insert it into the grave, shape a paper man with his fingers, recall the formula that his master gave him, and throw the paper man in front of the grave.
Suddenly, he saw the paper man actually standing in front of the three incense sticks, letting the cool breeze blow him motionless. Xu Tong's eyes lit up when he saw this, and he hurriedly threw down a handful of paper money.
As soon as the paper money was spilled, the paper man really started to move slowly, flew up lightly, caught all the spilled paper money in his hand, and then handed it over to Xu Tonggong.
Xu Tong knelt down and asked the paper figure in front of him: "Excuse me, is there any place to stay nearby? It would be best if it is less crowded and quiet."
I saw the paper man pointing to the west with his hand, and then actually floated up under a gust of breeze and flew towards the west.
Upon seeing this, he hurriedly followed the paper man and passed through a bush cemetery. Only then did he see the paper man slowly stop on a stone and stop floating forward. When Xu Tong came up, the paper man pointed.
ahead.
He followed the direction pointed by the paper man and saw two black stone cows lying in front of a dilapidated temple door. He looked at the plaque on the temple door and saw three words written on it.
【Shangqing Palace】
"Hey, it turns out I've walked up Mount Mang."
As soon as he saw the Shangqing Palace, he immediately knew where he was. It turned out that he had walked to the west unknowingly and walked up Mang Mountain in a daze.
And this Shangqing Palace is the benchmark building on Beimang Mountain.
Although the temple gate is so small, it is said that this is the place where Laozi made alchemy. It was built in the Tang Dynasty and was a national-level building at that time.
Emperor Gaozong of the Tang Dynasty honored Laozi (Li Er) as Emperor Xuanyuan, so the Shangqing Palace was also called the Temple of Emperor Xuanyuan. Later generations honored Laozi as Taishang Laojun, so it was also called Laojun Temple.
Of course, times have changed, and things inside have changed. Now I stand at the door and go inside to take a look. In addition to the main hall, it still retains the style of an ancient temple. The side halls on both sides are small houses built with red bricks.
If it weren't for the words "Shangqing Palace" written on the temple door, at first glance, I would have thought it was an inconspicuous private courtyard.
In fact, Xu Tong is also very curious as to why I would go to this ghost place to make elixirs when I have nothing to do, but now this place is indeed a hiding place.
At this time, the paper man cupped his hands towards Xu Tong, meaning that he could only be sent here.
Before Xu Tong could speak, the paper man ignited a ball of green fire and disappeared in the air without a trace in an instant.
"Uh-huh..." The paper man walked away so suddenly that he didn't even have time to be polite.
This couldn't help but remind him of the way the paper man looked respectful to his master when he was looking for his grave and asked for directions. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart. It looked quite realistic even if it was a ghost.
Before entering the temple door, Xu Tong knocked on the door symbolically to make sure there was no one inside before stepping in.
Looking around, I saw two old trees standing in front of me, with several stone benches for people to rest under the trees.
There was no one in the temple. Xu Tong walked into the main hall and saw some offerings placed under the dusty statue of Laojun.
However, looking at the steamed buns that are already hairy on top, it seems that the tributes have been placed here for a while. It is estimated that they were casually placed on top by someone passing by by chance.
When he looked up, he immediately smiled. The famous Laojun Temple is even known as one of the sources of Taoism. The temple is small and shabby. You can see the stars when you look up. It turns out that most of the roof has collapsed, which is really sad.
After thinking about it for a while, it seems that the Shangqing Palace has been renovated in reality, but its reputation is pitifully small and only known to local people. Maybe no one outside of L City knows about it.
He randomly found a relatively clean place, lay down on the ground, and used the quilt as a bed. At the same time, he did not forget to call out two paper figures to guard in the corner.
Once there is any trouble, he can immediately control the paper man to gain a chance to counterattack, and then he falls asleep as soon as he closes his eyes.
He didn't know how long he had slept, but the sound of footsteps made Xu Tong slowly open his eyelids.
I saw a dirty man walking in from the door. The man had shaggy hair and a black face, and two pairs of eyes were rolling around, but there was a bit of stupidity in his eyes.
He glanced at Xu Tong, just grinned and ran out again.
"Fool???"
In doubt, I saw the fool running in again after a while, but this time the fool was not empty-handed. He was holding a handful of flowers and threw them on the altar table. He grabbed the steamed buns that were all hairy on the altar table and squatted aside.
Eat it in the corner.
While eating, he smiled innocently, looking so silly and silly, which made people feel a little distressed.
"Don't eat it. It's all bad. You'll get sick if you eat it. Eat this!"
Xu Tong sat up, took out two ham sausages and a piece of bread from the props book, and placed them in front of the fool.
The fool looked at it and the smile on his face became a little brighter. He was not afraid of Xu Tong. He grabbed the bread and stuffed it into his mouth without even tearing open the bag. Seeing this, he could only help the fool to tear off the packaging bag.
The idiot here had just taken two bites when he suddenly heard a noise outside the door. A middle-aged man walked in. When he saw Xu Tong, the other person was startled at first, but soon locked his eyes on the idiot, and his face darkened:
"Why are you here again? Get out of here now. I'll give you what I have nothing to eat."
The man cursed the fool, but when he turned around, he still took out a piece of clothing and threw it to the fool: "Pick it up from someone else's. It's getting cold. Take it back and wear it."
The fool took the clothes and ran out with a smile.
At this time, the middle-aged man looked at Xu Tong and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, he is a fool in the village. In fact, he is not too stupid. If you ask him to help with something, he will not refuse and give it to him.
Just order something to eat. I didn’t scare you. Let me introduce myself. I am a Taoist priest who is stationed in the temple here."
"Shitman?"
Xu Tong didn't expect that there was a Taoist priest in such a dilapidated temple, but after looking up and down, he didn't look like a Taoist priest. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt that had been dyed black and white, and he looked as dirty as a fool.
Even the road number is so strange.
Just when he was wondering if this guy was a charlatan, a smell of feces wafted over him, making Xu Tong frown subconsciously. But it was this smell of feces that made him suddenly remember what Mr. Song had told him.
That story, my eyes suddenly lit up: "Oh, it turns out it's you."
